When the tables turn
When my mother was alive, I used to get annoyed with her when she’d tell my dad to “take a coat”, or, “be sure to find a seat”, or, some other such nonsense when he was going somewhere.
Granted, he’s a boy, and, has to be reminded of things from time to time (Kidding. Kinda.) , but, I wondered how he tolerated it, even though it was out of concern.
Well, what do you know?
We’re in the middle of some horrendously hot weather, and, a drought here, and, it’s just occurred to me that several times recently I’ve told him to, “be sure to take some water with you!”
Oh do I hear you on this…
My dad would stop over to help with something and I’m checking out the size of the cappuccino he’s drinking (because it isn’t REALLY a cappuccino, it’s that fake powder crap that is all sugar and bad for the heart stuff) and then I’m asking if it is the first one of the day or has he gotten out more than once if it is a large… And is he drinking his water. What a nag I’m becoming. And he still HAS mom around!
Put on a scarf, have some water, wear the thick socks … these are all just “I love you” in different words. I figure if you keep it to no more than one or two a day, then you stop short of being a nag. Of course, it’s his opinion here that really counts!
Cheers!